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09/12/2008

 

 

More Golf Course Pigs



It's been awhile since my last hunting story. Been busy doing lots of stuff.
Although up until this evening I had upped my count to 37 so far, tonight pushed it
up 5 more.

You may recall one or two of my previous stories dealt with golf course hogs. Well
the saga continues. My hunting buddy and I (he knows the head guy) now have
permission to hunt a local golf course consisting of three 9 holes courses. I
played there three weeks ago which precipitated this whole thing. I literally saw
hundreds of hogs on the course and I only played two of the three courses. Many of
the hogs are real pigs as you will see.

Anyway, the golf course borders one of the farms we have been hunting, so I ventured
on to the course from there, making certain that there were no golfers anywhere in
sight. As I approached I saw what looked like two pretty matured hogs, but I did
not have my rangefinder with me so I did not get a good look at them prior to
putting the crosshairs on them. The first one went down quickly. The second
meandered on to the course as I was sizing up the first one and he was next. I
rushed the shot and when the 32 gr V-Max hit, he jumped into the air and started
rolling and running until he disappeared down a short hill. As I was walking to
retrieve the first one, I see the second one on his hind legs at the top of the rise
he disappeared behind. By the time I dropped the first one down a hole, the second
one was gone. So I walked over to where he was standing and could not believe my
eyes! I found a blood trail from where I shot him leading up to at least six feet
of intestines strung out along the ground pointing to what I assumed is the hole he
when down. These things are TOUGH!!! I am still amazed when I think about it!

I walked back to the farm, grabbed my gun (I had left it there) and started walking
along the property line to get a view of more of the course. As I came around a
berm in back of the green I spotted at least a half dozen or more hogs anywhere from
40 yards to 200 yards away. Again, I check to make sure there were no golfers in
sight, made my way up to the top of the berm using it as cover and when I got to the
top I deployed my bipod and took aim at the first one, probably 60 yards away. He
went down hard and fast. The second one, only 10 yards from the first, looked up
when the shot went off and got nervous. He started running and stopping, running
and stopping as made his way, I think, back to his hole. I kept trying to lead him
and finally I got just far enough in front of him that when he stopped I nailed him.
Another one down fast and hard. I put the gun down behind the berm and went to
retrieve the bodies. What pigs!!! Check out the pics. Entrance wounds on both, but
no exit wounds. Jello inside. Those V-Max bullets are nasty.

I heaved the carcasses into the weeks, grabbed the gun, checked around for golfers
again and spotted my fifth victim. This one was more like 80 yards and again down
fast and hard.
Another good size pig. Wish I had some way of weighing them. I bet they were at
least 15 pounds each. Maybe you can tell from the photos?

Headed up to Vermont tomorrow for the weekend and probably won't be back until
Tuesday when I can resume the golf course escapades, this time with my hunting
buddy. Actually, he should be some hunting time in tomorrow, Saturday and Monday
while I'm gone. He's going to have a blast. There are so many hogs on the golf
course, it will take years to thin them out. We're in no hurry. We're going to
make this last for a long time. Maybe even make up rules about how far to shoot and
how many to take in a week. We'll see.

Doug from NJ

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